#I love Chuck with my heart and soul man I had to do it

[kamisama1kiss]

Im so sad I didn't get to see the haikyu movie life really bit me in the butt but i saw your requests are open and i was wondering if you could do asahi x reader where reader surprises asahi at a match, they didn't know if they'd ne able to make it, and he gets so shy and the boys tease him and then the couple share a cute moment after the match? Thank you!!

My man deserves all the love he can get!! 🫶 also, I apologise for the delays, but here he is in all his amazingness 😔 if something is a bother on the fanfic, please dm me to let me know!!^^

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Asahi Azumane { lovingly surprise }

Not for a moment did he believe his eyes when seeing his lover walking up twords him after the match against Date Tech, knowing they had previously spoken about needing to study for upcoming exam this following week. His heart fluttered from joy of their never-ending support for him, yet a little concerned.

"Love, don't you have something to do?" Asking understand his breath, gazing up and down their figure with a light smile. Simply by instinct, his hand reached to hold yours, geeling at ease every time. Forgetting his surroundings the moment his eyes meet yours. "I was, but there is no way I could miss an important game for you."

Chucked rumbled through his chest, rubbing the back of his neck bashfully so. "The game went amazing. You did so well!" Praising him with a cheerful act, getting a rather rosie colour to be dusted on to his cheeks. "T.. Thank you, love." Before anymore words could be exchanged, another voice echoed loudly.

"Look whose personal cheerleader showed up!" Could be heard across the gym from Tanaka as he grinned with a laugh. His teasing and joking but not long Sugawara hit him on the back of his head, earning a scowl from the jokster. "Don't be so loud!" Saying just as loud as he was.

Nishinoya popped up around Tanaka before they both gave each other a known look and made kissing noises at the pair, getting a laugh from some of the others but also a few weird glances. You chuckled at the two playing around, but Asahi melted from embarrassment, wanting to dig a hole and never come out. "Guys! Stop doing that." Demanding which got them to stop, but they laughed about it not taking it seriously.

"You've got to be kidding me." Murmuring under his breath, shaking his head before his gaze fell back to you. He leaned down for a quick peck on the forehead before dragging you to leave the gymnasium, away from his teammates, that is.

Stending outside in the hallway holding both your hands, enjoying the time alone. "Im sorry about them." Trying to laugh off the embarrassment now engraved into his soul. "It's okay. They're just playing around." Reassuring him with a glimmer in your eyes that you were truly mostly unbotherd by the interaction and joking banter.

"Still.." Shaking his head, within moments later his hands found themselves on your waist along with your arms around his neck, standing with more intimacy lingering. "Not funny." Shaking his head in disapproval voice quieter with you in his embrace. "A little." You laughing a little got the blush on his face more evident. Leaning up for a peck on his lips.

Getting interrupted again by the one and only "You guys took it more seriously than I expected." Laughed tanaka being hit again by Sugawara, who walked past him with a chuckle. "Let them have fun. They're just kids."

Asahi whined, ducking to hide his face into the crook of your neck meanwhilest you only chuckled alone with warmth spreading out on your own face. The show was comedic to witness at most.

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It might not be exactly the request, but I hope it was close enough to what you had thought of! I hope everyone enjoyed reading this!!♡

[intimacyequalsdeath]

Bubz's Slasher Fictober Apple Crumble NSFW Alphabets Day 16: Charles Lee Ray

Day 16 of Fictober and day 2 of the NSFW alphabets!, I hope you all have been enjoying this direction I've taken fictober as when I post the materlist at the end of the month you'll see my vision for how I wanted to make a "Menu" you could order from with different items on it.

This is another man I am FERAL for, so I hope you all enjoy all the heart and soul I put into this LMAO.

Notes: Minors DNI, Smut and Smutty themes. NSFW.

A is for Aftercare (What they're like after sex):

You are this man's entire world. Whatever you need he'll get it for you, he'll take you to the bathroom and run you a bath, get you a glass of water, anything. Just say it and it's yours.

B is for Body Part (Favorite on them and their partner):

He's cocky so he likes his brain out of everything. He's a serial killer who's never been caught of course he thinks he's the smartest person in the world.

As previously stated, when it comes to you he loves everything. To him you have no faults and the sun might as well rise and set with you.

C is for Cum (Anything to do with cum):

Despite the fact he's literally a serial killer, I don't think he'd like the mess of it so he's cumming inside you. Doesn't matter where but he just can't be bothered to clean up the mess.

D is for Dirty Secret:

The thought that he could easily kill you at any point while the two of you are having sex really gets him going. He knows even though he's a psychopath he would NEVER hurt a hair on your head but he sometimes just can't keep his mind from fantasizing.

E is for Experience (How experienced are they?):

He hasn't really had many stable long term relationships, let's not forget his time with Tiff wasn't exactly "Healthy" but nevertheless between that and various flings with both victims and non victims alike he's been able to find what he likes and what he doesn't so he has enough experience to be able to please you.

F is for Favorite Position:

He likes missionary the best, sure it's vanilla but he wants to make eye contact with you. He loves to watch your face change and emotions wash over your eyes as you unravel underneath him.

G is for Goofy (How serious are they?):

He'll crack a few smiles and every so often you'll be able to get a laugh out of him, but for the most part he likes to take things serious. He's not a complete hardass about it and he'll let you have fun.

H is for Hair (How well groomed are they?):

Again despite the whole killer thing, in his personal life he strives for cleanliness. He keeps things nice and trimmed and clean for you. Don't be afraid to give him feedback too. If you want him to be a little more trimmed he'll certainly accommodate.

I is for Intimacy (How are they during the act, romantic etc):

The most romantic bean you'll ever meet. He wants you to feel loved, cared for and protected while your with him (So you won't leave) but also cause he just loves you. He strives for intimacy with you.

J is for Jackoff (Do they masturbate and how often?):

He doesn't really like to jackoff, he'll do it if for some reason he can't get to you or your out of the house or something, but he really likes to save himself for you. Especially when you guys start getting super serious.

K is for Kink (Their kinks):

Chuck is a dom, but a really soft dom. He likes having control but he also wants to be good to his baby.

He also has a slight affinity for bondage, but more so on the side of blindfolds and sensory depravation. He likes the thrill of you not knowing where he's gonna come from or what he's gonna do.

L is for Location (Favorite places to have sex):

His house, it's the safest place for him to keep you away from the prying eyes and well the police, but he will admit the times you two have had quickies in is car after a killing have made him feel some type of way.

M is for Motivation (What turns them on?):

If you ever offer him a lap dance or strip tease he might as well just melt on the spot, especially if you start off in one of his shirts. He loves seeing you in his clothes. He also has a real obsession with domesticity, like if he's had a long day and comes home to you cooking him a nice warm meal he's essentially putty in your hands.

N is for No (Something they won't do):

He won't hurt you, no choking, no hitting, no slapping. Nothing like that. He also won't share you, he won't hurt you but he's still possessive as hell over you. If another person even looks at you in a certain way their as good as dead.

O is for Oral (Oral Preferences):

He can go for both giving and receiving to be honest. If you wanna help him relieve some stress after a kill he's all for it and he'll love it. However fully expect him to do the favor back to you. He wants you to feel as good as you make him.

P is for Pace (How fast or slow? Are they rough?):

Slow and sensual, most other things in his life are rough and messy. He doesn't want that part to leak into your sex life. Like I said before he wants to make love you to, chucky doesn't fuck.

Q is for Quickie ( Do they like quickies?):

If he can help it, no, but every so often he gets so worked up and just can't wait for the two of you to get home or get to a bed. Afterwards he'll apologize to you and take you to a bed to treat you right.

R is for Risk (Are they down to experiment?):

He knows what he likes and what he doesn't like so he's not gonna wanna really experiment as far as himself goes, but if you wanna try something new he's all for it. He's down to anything you want except if it's anything in is no category.

S if for Stamina (How long can they go for?):

Are you kidding? He kills people for a living, he's down to go as long as you want too. He can go for however long but usually stops at some point for you to take a breather or to get you cleaned up and ready for bed.

T is for Toys (Do they use toys and do they like them?):

This is another thing that's up to you. If you wanna buy them and try them out he's fully down to help you out but he's really not into it. It's a been there done that type of thing, He's tried them before he's just not into them.

U if for Unfair (Do they like to tease?):

He teases, but it's very very playful teasing, not particularly unfair but it can get you worked up. He'll never bring you to tears or anything though, he'd feel to bad about that.

V is for Volume (How loud can they get?):

He moans, not loud, but he definitely moans. He wants you to know what your doing to him. He wants you to know how you make him feel.

W is for Wild Card (Random things):

Your government name is not a name he ever calls you by, even if he's mad at you. It's pet names all the way, he particularly likes to call you doll, baby, maybe even sweetheart.

X is for X-Ray (What are they packing):

He's not very girthy but he's got enough length and he sure knows how to use it. He's a good 5 and a half maybe 6 inches. Not a lot of girth and pretty straight shooting when he's hard.

Y is for Yearning (How high is their sex drive?):

He doesn't have the highest sex drive, but when it's there, it's there and he's gonna need some sort of release.

Z is for ZZZ (How fast do they fall asleep?):

He stays up for a bit to make sure your ok, once you've bathed and have been cleaned up he'll lay next to you in bed and cuddle you while the two of you make light conversation. Slowly but surely the conversations will die down and the two of you will nod off in each others arms.

[naturegirl555]

Ranting about supernatural because I hate this show so so much (I’m so so obsessed with it to the point where it’s concerning) and I’m on season 6 episode 20 “the man who would be king” and can I just say how incredibly annoying the boys are! Like can you maybe hear cas out maybe! His reasons for doing these things aren’t malicious or demonic. He is fighting a war in heaven which they couldn’t give to shits about and now they are gonna be mad because he was MANIPULATED by crowley (I love the man but still) like can they use their brains for one moment. And I feel this may come off like I hate Sam and dean and I do not in any way they are very complex characters with trauma and trust issues but cas has done everything for them. He was trying to save them. He didn’t know the outcome. Like Sam and dean have never made a mistake before. Because I remember a couple seasons ago where Sam was going crazy gorging on demon blood because he thought he could do good with that power! So why be so hypocritical and get mad at cas in the way they did. And can we just talk about how broken cas looked when they trapped him in the holy fire! Like Sam said to him did you bring me back without a soul on purpose and his eyes god! Like in what world would castiel who saved you both from hell do that purposely! It was already hard enough to save dean it was a group project in a way he didn’t have help with Sam! And cas is also doing all of this because he thinks its what god wants. He is so blinded by his faith again because he got brought back to life. He had the idea that he was brought back for this reason and chuck did absolutely nothing because all he wants is drama and trauma for the collective and not caring about how his kids feel! Castiels faith breaks my heart because no one could understand it. Dean couldn’t and Sam couldn’t. Castiel has been an angel since the beginning it’s not so easy to give up everything you’ve ever known even when you know that it might not be the right thing. Was it easy for dean to see his father the way everyone else saw John. No. So why can’t it be difficult for cas. They truly never give cas a break. And yes I’m a major destiel shipper. But the way dean acts towards cas sometimes makes me so enraged. But this “breakup” dean looked heartbroken. Castiel had lied to him. Him of all people. The man who he had a profound bond with. He just wanted cas to ask for help and cas didn’t because he doesn’t do that. He’s never been not capable before things have never been this difficult for him before. And when you look at what castiel did there was truly nothing wrong with it. He was blinded and manipulated and he didn’t want all of the shit they endured to stop the apocalypse to be for nothing. He didn’t go to dean because he saw dean living a normal life he saw him getting out and he wanted to respect that. How could castiel have known dean wasn’t happy in that life. Castiel isn’t very good with human emotions and his thinking is very black and white while the winchesters have shades of gray thinking. So how is it fair to blame cas for all of it. I’m sorry about this rant i just feel so much about this! Like castiel is my favorite fictional character of all time and I wish I could’ve teleported into the show and been his lawyer because no one would listen to him no one ever does. I love all of them very very much but it would be dumb to think castiel doesn’t deserve better. Thank you for coming to my Ted talk about castiel. It may happen again

[driftwithme]

what do you think about mako and raleigh's relationship? prefer it romantic or platonic?

I love them a great lot wkdnfkndnfnfnf

I'm okay with almost any interpretation of their relationship, okay? Because not matter what tag a person choose to assign them, all that matter is that the person acknowledges how important they are for each other.

From my point of view, the canon shows that they are more than any traditional category. To try and place them as just friends or just lovers or just family is to cut a great deal of why they are so special. I think I said it before but the concept of being drift compatible is very queer to me. Not romantically or even sexually queer as in attraction, but rather in the sense of being out of the norm. A bond like that doesn't obey our concepts of what two people together can be. If anything, you can call them soulmates, making sure that you are not saying thinking of romance but rather of a dynamic of its own.

To make an example, they make me think of that story from Plato's Symposium:

To explain it in a few words, the story tells of a third kind of being; there were women and men and androgynous (meaning both man and woman). This being has twice the limbs, two faces and was twice as strong and fast.

Scared of these beings, the gods decided to divide them by half, provoking them to live in pain and sorrow at first, 'til one god felt bad enough to sew them as individuals and allow them to exist like that.

It's one of the myths of soulmates. Of course these myth is greater in philosophical terms that I can explain right now. It chooses to say things about biology and sex and energy and nature-- what I am trying to say is that Mako and Raleigh together read as one. Not two on a relationship, but more like one soul divided in two bodies.

Yancy and Raleigh were brothers.

Herc and Chuck were father and son.

The Kaidonovskys were husband and wife.

There's a clear separation. You can tell what they are, define them easily, even if they feel like one, merged at the edges.

But Raleigh and Mako? It's the most strange and wonderful thing. He speaks her native tongue upon meeting her. She studied him for years, his tactics, his behaviour. He knew from just a quick study of character that she was more than she was showing, she wanted more, she expected more.

They didn't need to step on a drift to see the other, to understand each other, to read the other's mind. It was recognition at first sight. It was resonance, matching energies, their souls existing in unison without needing any sort of stimulation.

Look at them!!!!

They are one and the same! They lived totally separated lives and they had totally different experiences. There is no reason for them to feel connected. Most jaeger pilots are friends or family or romantically involved, but Mako and Raleigh had just met! Their personalities are different, they bodies are different, even their ideals are different.

Yet-- at their core, at heart, their essence is the very same.

He calls to her and she answers. It's crazy the way they bloom in each other's presence. He challenges her, she returns the favor. He lets her in, asks about her aspirations, calls her to the mat to spar, speaks her language, defies Pentecost for her, guides her to the drift and out of the drift and holds her afterwards, he takes care of her during battle-- he starts the work, just for her to finish it.

She talks back, jokes back, joins him to spar and on the conn-pod. She follows his voice, feels his pain, listens to him when he needs to talk about Yancy, she keeps him steady on their bond, with the serenity of her mind and the focus of her actions. She fights to be his equal, she shows him she's the only one who can meet him at the middle, she proves that she is the right person, they're made for each other: drift compatible but so much more.

But of course, I'm on the aromantic and the asexual spectrum, so I love to explore their bond and the inherited intimacy of it out of the reach of amatonormativity. Love the idea of talking about how they don't need sexual interactions or romance to be the #1 priority of each other, the most important thing in their lives, etc.

I personally prefer them in that dynamic, in the platonic sense of soulmates wjdnkdnfn.

Hope you like this answer!!!!

[rosesrflo]

hiya I wanna request some william comfort fic bc I had a bad day today but where I can find your rules? I'm currently using tumblr app, so I cannot find it

Feat; William James Moriarty x gn!reader (MTP). Genre; fluff, comfort

Prompt; ❛❛I’ll hold you tight.❞ Warnings; bad days, ugly crying/lh

Desc; IN WHICH William is always the first to pick you up on your worst days, not only is he a great crime consultant - he’s also an excellent comforter.

A/N; heyy lovely! Sorry i’m a bit late with this request, but i do hope you’re feeling better now - the reason you couldn’t find my rules is bc I haven’t made them yet. Mostly bc I’m using mobile + this blog is quite new - but I’m working on it atm ❤️ thank you and enjoy!

We all have bad days.

And in all his genius, William certainly isn’t a stranger to them.

In fact, most of his days used to be plagued with storm clouds, with no sunshine or light until you stumbled into his life.

You were a gift, your very presence lifted him from the darkest depths, you were undeserved.

Back then, he had realised how angelic you were - Liam just knew that you were too good for him so he tried to scare you off by showing you his intentions, his thoughts, he trusted you with the worst of his plans.

Yet, you didn’t bat an eye. Only acknowledging each and every part of him, you saw him for who he was and began mending his heart because you love him.

It’s a WIP

William can still feel your warmth encasing him in a hug - that December night, the first time you ever saw him cry. You held him close, stroking his hair and kissed his head like a mother would. You filled that empty void in his chest.

That’s why he wants to do the same for you, Will believes he is forever in your debt.

And when you cry, are upset, have a bad day, he’ll hold you tight; just as you did him.

Also because you are literally the last person in the world that should go through any type of pain.

The corners of your lips downturned as you sat in the living room, cross legged with a cup of cold tea, your hands trembled, biting frost bite seeped into your bones and reached the depths of your soul. You felt heavy in sadness. No thoughts except crystal teardrops cascading down your frowning face.

There was no particular reason for the gloomy mood.

Today just so happened to be an off day, one where no matter what you did to escape it, you couldn’t. Your tea was near frozen over as cold, December nights bled into the estate. You were alone, shivering and crying with no one to confide in.

They’d all gone out to celebrate the closing in Christmas, maybe you should’ve joined them but it was far too late now.

What would they say if they saw you like this?

In your moment of pondering, you didn’t notice a familiar criminal mastermind standing behind you, his arms crossed and a thinking expression plastered on his face. William was confused as to why you hadn’t gone out with the rest of the organization. “(y/n)? I thought you were celebrating with the others.”

You froze in the spot, why was he here? In order to not reveal your distraught state to him, you stayed still without turning around to face him, “So did I.” Nonchalantly reaching for the cup of tea, you shivered upon the sudden coldness against your hand.

“I suppose we’re both in the same boat,” He smiled passively, realizing you were both alone together, “but I’d rather you tell me why you’re upset first.” Liam tapped two fingers on his other arm in anticipation.

A weak laugh echoed across the room, you being the source of it; even though he called your unsaid bluffs, you hadn’t flinched once, you didn’t take William an oblivious man, he was smart and easily figured you out, “I don’t know.”

After your empty chucking fit, you whispered a hoarse reply, nothing but honesty in your disappointed tone. He simply observed your manic attitude, not moving an inch, “I see.”

Staring down at your upturned hands, you felt dissatisfied, unhappy for showing yourself in this depressing light, the one part Will hadn’t seen yet. He was never supposed to see you like this, you were an utter mess today and what’s worse is that he saw it.

You felt the feeling before the sting of your hand as you slapped yourself lightly, “(y/n)-“ William jumped to action immediately, he rushed in front of you in case you dealt anymore harm to yourself. “I’m sorry you have to see me like this, I shouldn’t be crying over…something so simple.”

“Cry all you need to, although I despise seeing you distressed - it’s quite normal and let me tell you a secret-..” He lent to your face, cupping his hand near your ear to whisper something, “..-Sometimes, even I cry.” You giggled slightly at his jest, not noticing that this was his way of cheering you up.

William let a sly grin slide on his lips, “Now that’s the smile I love.” He linked your hands together, landing an intimate peck on your lips, his eyes softened at your delighted face; you were as beautiful as ever, especially when you were happy. He felt some sort of proudness at achieving this.

No one knew you like William.

[gardenofchrome]

My Type [C. Hansen]

Requested by @screechinginthevoid <3

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December 5th, 2014.

The day Chuck Hansen first fell in love.

It was a bright, crisp winter day outside, with snow still covering the frozen ground.

Chuck taps his pencil against his desk, staring blankly at the chalkboard. It has been months since his mother died in the kaiju attack- months since he and his father moved over here as the PPDC started up.

The bell rang shrilly and the teacher walked to the front of the room, along with a student he had never seen before.

"Alright class," the teacher starts. "Meet your new classmate." She gestured to you, expecting you to say something.

You wave to the class. "Um, hi I guess. I'm Y/N."

Silence.

The teacher clears her throat. "Is that all?"

You nod.

"Very well them. You can take a seat right by Chuck back there. Chuck, raise your hand."

He covered his mouth with one, raising the other, hoping you didn't see his flushed face. He felt his heart skip a few beats as you sat down next to him, throwing your bookbag to the floor.

'What the hell...I don't even know them...'

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Later, it was finally time for lunch. Chuck sat down in the corner quietly by himself- all the kids already previously knew each other, so he didn't exactly fit in well.

"Mind if I sit here?" A familiar voice asks him. He looks up, seeing you gripping a tray.

He shrugs and you sit beside him. "So.. you're new here." Chuck starts awkwardly.

You nod. "My parents are enlisted. They're here for some project."

"My dad is also enlisted, with the RAF. We moved here from Sydney."

You pause for a brief moment. "Heard about the Scissure attack. I'm sorry."

Chuck swallows hard, trying to prevent his throat from swelling shut. "It's... it's alright."

You stab your fork down. "Hate those kaiju. I wish we could just send them back to hell where they came from."

"Believe me, Y/N, there's nothing I would like to do more than that." Chuck suddenly sounds old and wise, a distant look appearing on his face for a brief moment.

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That day suddenly turned into a week. Then, a month. Before the both of you knew it, years had ticked by. Fueled by the hatred for the kaiju, the both of you decided to join the PPDC.

Of course, the neither of you knew that the other had joined. Though the years had solidified your friendship, you eventuality moved away to another shatterdome for your training. Chuck was heartbroken of course, worried that he'll never see his best friend again.

But, fate has a strange way of guiding two souls together again.

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The Kwoon Room.

The room where all the Jaeger pilots trained, in preparation for two halves to become whole.

Chuck spars with his father, striking him on the ribs hard. Herc slightly grimaces. His son only grins. "Not fast enough, old man?"

"Easy there, Chuckie. You need to have some self control."

He freezes, and turns.

You stand in the doorway, sweat matting strands of your hair to your forehead. The standard issue PPDC uniform adorns you as you walk out to the mat, making sure to take off your boots beforehand.

"Y/N?" He manages to get out, stunned.

You smile. "Sorry I haven't been in touch. Got kaiju to kill."

"You're... you're a Ranger?"

"Well duh. Wouldn't be here if I wasn't."

You lung at him, wrapping your legs and arms around his torso and neck. He falls back, not prepared to catch you.

"I missed you," you say, your head buried into his neck.

"You too, Y/N/N," he grunts, his face covered in a cherry red blush. "Now get off please."

Herc clears his throat, smiling a little bit. "I guess I'll leave you guys alone for a little bit."

Chuck glares at his father as he leaves the room, only making you laugh.

"Come on, Chuckie. What do you say to another sparring session?"

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Definitely going to do a p. 2 where you guys go on a joint mission together.

[prismaticpichu]

25 for Seph and 6 for Zack <3

Heck yeah! You got it! ❤️ (I actually just answered #6 with Zack so i’ma skip that one if that’s all good! Though main takeaway is that I associate with his unwavering faith in others <3)

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What was your first impression of this character? How about now? ~ ohhhhh YES YES YES i love this question xDD I always hoped for an opportunity to talk about my first discovery of Sephiroth shshdhhd. So! What was my first impression of Sephiroth..? Did I faint? Did I melt? Did I combust into flames at the sheer majesty?

Oh, no. My first impression of him was complete and utter HATRED…

….

For about 2 minutes.

Okie doke so this isn’t as much as a “first impression” as it is my emotions under the circumstance in which I was introduced to him, but I wanna tell the unasked for story anyway lol. So, basically, imagine this: it’s winter or 2020. Little Pichu is stuck inside alongside the rest of the world. There wasn’t much to do, not much to look forward to. But ofc, I always had video games to entertain me. Specifically, Smash Ultimate—a game I played obsessively during lockdown, day after day. Anywho, like I said, it’s winter of 2020. December. And what was coming up in just a few days…? The Game Awards.

Normally, I really wouldn’t care all too much. I never really gave a poo before lol. But this year??? This year, it was different. It was almost guaranteed that a new smash fighter was gonna revealed. And as someone who’s heart and soul was tethered to the game at the time, this was everything to me xD

So! There I am, sitting on the couch in front of the TV. It’s the 10th of December. The Game Awards would be on any moment. Already I’m sitting there and letting my brain trip over all the potential fighters that can be revealed. The anticipation is REAL, man. SO REAL.

The Game Awards start.

The first thing to appear on the screen is a Smash Bros trailer.

Little Pichu is PSYCHED. Heart tenses. Breath hitches. All the characters are there on the cliff. No indication as to who it can be. All options are valid. Every single hope has a chance. They’re about to fight Galeem. The thing prepares to unleash an attack. The music escalates and the god gets sliced in half and—

And…

Whomst.

The F*ck.

Is that.

So, yeah, um, I was very uncultured and had no idea who one of the most iconic villains to exist was x,D It’s actually REALLY embarrassing lol. Anyways, as Sephiroth descended from the sky and that random choir began chanting in the background, all I could feel was RAGE. I’m tell you. It was cold, bitter FURY. How could they add another swordfighter??? We have ENOUGH. Who is this woman??? What??? WHY??? WHY HER?????? WHY NOT SOMEONE I KNOW AND WANTED—!

You know how I said the anger lasted for 2 minutes.

It was prolly more like 55 seconds.

As almost as quickly as I wanted to chuck my remote at the screen, I had turned into, like, a mesmerized sheep. The trailer was (as my vocab would say at the time) freaking EPIC, man! The dude was UNSTOPPABLE. He plowed through anything and everything and holy SHIT DID HE JUST KILL MARIO?—

Yeaaaaah so that’s how it started tor me xD It wasn’t long until I was binge watching memes of Sephiroth’s entrance to smash, scarfing down comics of him and Pichu, and coming to the realization that I actually wanted to know a lot more about this character. I still remember the moment I opened up Google and typed in “Who is Sephiroth?” That’s how engraved this man is into my essence xD Pichu get help. I was brought to a wiki page, and there was literally no turning back lol. I learned that he used to be a hero—a good guy—which absolutely plunged me into wanting to hunt down the Nibelheim Incident and see his downfall. I became so invested in what I didn’t see from his good side that I hunted down an 8 hour playthrough of Crisis Core, as that’s what I discovered was the prequel to it all. Next came devouring fanfic and headcanoning- and, well, here we are today xDD Needless to say I love this stupid psycho to death, and i don’t think that’s changing anytime soon!

…..This has no right to be this long dhdhdhhd.

[khazadspoon]

damn it I’m invested and it’s the rawhide discord server’s fault AGAIN. But also my fault. Have some gentle Favor/Wishbone I don’t have any excuses I love the mother and father of the drive.

———

He hasn’t had a wife for years now. And though she lingers in his peripheral vision, a phantom with hands that beckon and eyes that follow his every move, he has started to forget the details. He can’t remember the exact colour of her eyes or the sound of her voice when she’s half asleep. He can remember her favourite flowers, her perfume, but not the taste of her cooking. What little of it he managed to enjoy while they were together.

Her death broke something inside him. It’s only in the last few years he’s discovered it was slowly mending itself.

Gil has his girls in Philadelphia to love and care for. He has their aunt to do the same and to return that familial bond. He has friends, the men who put up with his moods and half-militant attitude towards leadership. And in amongst all that he has Wishbone to keep him afloat.

Wishbone, the steady constant on each and every drive. The one person who is there day in and day out, never straying far or getting himself into trouble. Not too much trouble, anyway. He is a rudder to steer Gil in the right direction, an anchor to hold him steady when things get rough, the heart and soul of the work Gil is trying to do.

No… Gil hasn’t had a wife for years now. But he has Wishbone and that’s almost the same. They argue in the same ways, about the same things, and it always makes him smile to think about. Wishbone has sewed holes in his shirts to apologise for an outburst, and Gil has bought the cook things to do the same. They move around one another without thought, sharing spaces without needing to speak. They’ve talked for hours about anything and nothing and there’s always been an unspoken agreement that they’re riding in the same direction no matter what.

No rings. No vows. Just the trail and the chuck wagon. A hand resting on his shoulder to offer comfort. A cup of coffee before he even knew he wanted one. Soft words of encouragement or consolation.

It hits him, not unlike a bullet, that he does love Wishbone in a way that mirrors how he loved- loves his wife.

Evening comes and he rides into camp, the weight of responsibility like a whole mountain range on his shoulders. He trudges over to the chuck wagon and leans against Wishbone as the man fiddles with pans and utensils.

“How one group of men can get through so much sugar I’ll never know,” Wishbone grumbles under his breath, the words soft like a mother talking about unruly but much loved children. “Mister Favor, I’m gonna need to head into the next town for yet more supplies soon and-”

Gil leans down, nudges the man’s hat up with his nose and presses a slow, soft, lingering kiss to the skin of his forehead. Wishbone stills. He doesn’t jolt or jerk, doesn’t pull back and ask what the hell he’s doing, just… stills and waits.

“Whatever you need, Wish.”

He’s kissed a handful of women since becoming a widow. A couple of men, too, though only Pete knows that as far as he can tell. It seems natural to do this, now, leaning against Wishbone and feeling the steady warmth of him.

Wishbone makes a small, contented sound. “Damn right, whatever I need. You’d not last a day out here without me.”

A laugh bursts from Gil before he can think to stifle it, his breath rushing across Wishbone’s brow. “I think we could do a day, maybe two.”

“And no more than that!”

“No more’n that.”

Wishbone nods, accepts the compliment, and resumes his fiddling. Gil lets himself be directed, doing what really should be Mushy’s job, and lets himself sink into the gentle domesticity.

He misses his wife like a gut wound. He has Wishbone to make it better, though.

[itzrafee]

The Boy and the Heron, or… How Do You Live?

I remember the first time I heard about this movie, years ago. It was in an article from one of the big names that report on films and other such things. I knew three things about this movie going into it. One: that it was the film Miyazaki was leaving to his grandson. Two: that it was called How Do You Live? in Japanese. And Three: shortly before I watched it, I heard it was about death. When I heard the first two, oh so long ago, I had to hold back tears. There are people that affect you in life. Many that you know personally, but others, through art, reach across time and space, across nationalities and barriers of language and through your chest to cup your heart and soul and mold them. Miyazaki changed me. From that first fateful meeting when me and my brother snuck upstairs to the adult section of the library and picked up the DVD of the only animated film among grown up rom-coms and dramas to the repeated checkouts and uncomfortable squirming in our seats at the terrifying and traumatic scenes that played out. From the cheap thrills of the Rodents of Unusual Size in The Princess Bride, to pretty much everything in Neverending Story to the morbid curiosity of Zoro sawing his legs off in One Piece to the existential excavation of my soul that Spirited Away participated in, the things that terrified me, shaped me. And almost nothing as much as Miyazaki. 

Not only had he hooked me like a floundering fish and dragged me to the shores of soul-affecting cinema, he had also given me a glimpse into what art could do. How it could creep into your dreams and guide you down candle lit streets and past food stalls where pig shaped men and women ate and over a bridge that only spirits should pass. How it could change the way you looked at the world. He took my hand and put it in Haku and Chihiro’s as we all crossed that last threshold together. Baptism, christening, whatever you call it, it was a religious experience. In my head I was a man, ready to take on the terrors of the world. Of course though, that wasn’t the case. But a few  years later I had grown some, the illusions of adulthood dashed against the rocks as I buried my head into books, Diana Wynne Jones quickly becoming my favourite authour. Whether it was the maybe too adult for me Fire and Hemlock, or the just right Merlin Conspiracy or the maybe too young Chrestomanci series, I was in love. It’s a love that still burns today and it was my first serious creative crush, seeing someone who spoke to my soul and knowing I wanted *something* from them. Creative Crushes are terrifying things, all-consuming and burning, what they are is the love of an artist’s influence on your soul. It’s seeing someone you can only dream of becoming so all you want is to become like them. As you grow, you sort through the feelings and do what you really wanted to do. You take a tube and stick one end onto that so-affecting piece of work and then you part your flesh and crack open a few ribs and plug the other end into your heart. And as the slow drip, drip, drip of their creativity fuels you, you too start pumping out stuff of your own. It’s not just consumption. It’s creation.

Alls that to say, when I learnt about the film of Howl’s Moving Castle, I lost my goddamn mind. That was it. While Spirited Away had unearthed and wiped away the dust and cobwebs from my newly burgeoning creative soul, Howl’s Moving Castle lifted it up and gave it great big hug, before rearing back and chucking it straight into the air, trusting that I’d learn how to use my wings before I hit the ground. And I think I did. At least I hope so. Howl’s Moving Castle was a spell cast on me, both Mrs. Jones and Miyazaki Sensei taking turns at the cauldron before sprinkling it into those neat little packages Sophie was known for. And all this to say, Miyazaki was my next big creative crush, Spirited Away’s impact compounding from this new insight as well as giving me my next clue as to what a creative crush really was. And again, alls this to say, Miyazaki was important to me. I grew up with Ghibli. With Totoro and Whisper of the Heart whittling my soul into new shapes. And then learning that even great people: artists, directors, and even Parents, could be fallible. I learnt about Goro and Hayao, a son and a father, locked in a love that bled all over their work and finding all of the ways to not say “I love you”. I learnt about his other son, quietly hidden from sight, whittling away at wood. And for the first time I didn’t see a monolith, an obelisk unmoving, a titan of his industry. No, I saw another human being, struggling to be a person.

So it’s with those three pieces of knowledge and a lifetime of knowing Miyazaki through a screen that I watched The Boy and the Heron, my first Miyzaki film on the big screen. I had not slept a wink for the last 24 hours or so, my body hyped up on the adrenaline of finally fulfilling a promise made almost two decades ago in the adults section of my local library. I was traveling a bit. Instead of walking over to my favourite theater, a cozy and familiar joint minutes from my house, I was going to the one at the local mall, a half an hour away by car. I settled into too small and too hard seats as the effects of the hastily consumed and poorly made instant coffee made my eyelids tingle with a caffeinated buzz. I settled in among the few scant fellow viewers also wired enough to watch a movie in the theatre on a Monday night and beside my brother with whom I’d started this journey so long ago. Slowly though, people trickled in, and minutes before the film started, the theatre was full. These were all people who had their own journey to get here. All maybe just as winding as mine. And it was with these people, that I saw The Boy and the Heron.

I have a lot of thoughts, and I’ve just gotten back from the theatre to regurgitate my rough feelings onto the page here but I understand some people might see this without having watched the film first so I’m going to be throwing everything under the cut. I haven’t read anything else about this so I could be missing things or misconstruing them but that’s the joy of talking about the art we take in, isn’t it? Everyone’s got their own unique little tube pumping out a special combination of thoughts and ideas that’s just them. So it’s rough but analysis, thoughts, connections and and abundant spoilers, you’ll find that all under the keep reading, so click it once, and maybe twice and keep on reading! Aside from that though, I did want to start this account off on a different note, something a little more crunchy and technical and dry so I’m super grateful that I get to do it with something as meaningful to me as a Miyazaki film. So without further ado let's talk Miyazaki!

I am an unabashed Cinephile. Film Grandpa Scorcese says streaming is a cancer? Why yes sir, I’ll nod along. Distinguished leaders of the Film Bro crowd Chris Nolan and cutey Tarantino say we need to preserve the theater experience? I’ll salute and shout along a “Yup, Yup!” And Mr. Magnolia PTA himself says another not so dissimilar thing? Well, you got my agreement there, pal. So it’s safe to say I love film and as such it can also rightly be assumed that I love the theatre experience. Though from my previous paragraphs you’d be forgiven for thinking that I didn’t like the the one for The Boy and The Heron. You couldn’t be more wrong. Films are imperfect things. Flawed as much as the people that make them. Watching these flawed expressions of our souls in unmemorable arrangements just doesn’t cut it. Whether the experience is awful or above and beyond in presentation, a memorable experience, the creaking of the chairs, a certain musty kind of smell, and the wind rattling through the building as people shift in uncomfortable seats, those are all preferable to conditions that can be called “just right”. And so it was, with not all things, “just right”, that the screen darkened and the movie started playing. 

I have been to the theatre both alone and with others on every day of the week and at every time possible. Other than the library, bookstores, and my room, the theatre is another one of those safe spaces that feels almost holy, sacred even. It’s consecrated grounds for latchkey kids and the spawn of emotionally unavailable parents. It’s a confessional, a dark room where your secrets reflect back to you, played out in garish displays of excess by people that look way too good way too often. Not to beat the horse corpse of the Pandemic black and blue, but Covid changed things for the once holy place. It’s become a little bit more uncivilized, a little bit more rowdy, and a lot more wild west-like. It’s not uncommon to hear a prepubescent voice yell out an admittedly funny joke at a heavy moment and have the rest of the audience respond in a wildly different ways. So it was with that knowledge, knowledge of what a Monday 7PM December crowd was like, and what the common audience had mutated into that I saw a magical sight. Magic befitting an equally magical film. Monday nights are for a more film loving crowd, rushing to theatres as soon as the hustle and bustle crowd of the weekend had left. But even by those lofty standards and against the new wave of theater audiences, the hush that fell over the audience as the screen opened up on wartime Japan was transcendental. People leaned in, the seats seemed to shut up on their own and suddenly stopped squeaking and the collective breath we took in only let out as Mahito rushed back to put on his clothes. The movie had started and it had already captured us. 

Right away Mahito is an incredibly fleshed out character. You get those lifelike moments straight out of the gate, rushing to windows too fast and having to stop, kicking off sandals with limited success and the billowing of clothes as feelings and emotions surge through and out of the character. And then it shows everything you need to know about Mahito and his mother in one shot. He loves her, he’s going to chase after her and even leap into the fire. But first he has to go back and look presentable so his mom doesn’t worry. It’s a heartbreaking show of love that slowly dawns on the audience as Mahito goes racing into the fire, the heat blasting him back and snatching away the tortured screams for his mother. 

I searched in vain for a while and the origin of the idea is vaguely lost in some corner of my mind, but a filmmaking great, whether it was through Orson Welles’ verbose speeches or Mark Cousins’ lilting Belfast accent in The Story of Film or someone else altogether, once impressed upon my mind the ability of film to manipulate time like no other. If I remember or someone else can I’ll make sure to amend this but essentially film and editing were time machines, and could jump forwards and backwards, sideways and upside down and do loop de loops with time to try and have the greatest effect on the audience. And Miyazaki uses the time machine of editing for a gut punch, throwing us into Mahito’s shoes. Only seconds after losing his mom, do we see the person who’s supposed to be his new mom. Considerable time has passed, Shoichi has moved on and remarried and Natsuko is even so well into her pregnancy that Mahito can feel the baby kicking, but the wound is still fresh in Mahito’s mind. To him, his mother only died seconds ago. Natsuko is an imposter trying to take her place. Very few films have done such an effective job in making the audience understand what the character is going through. Miyazaki makes us feel the same betrayal Mahito feels by the use of the clever little time machine that is editing. 

While Mahito’s relationship to Natsuko and his father and other people are interesting, there is a giant shadow cast over it all. Because in the end, while it is a film, it is also something else. A lesson. And an Apology. Miyazaki as the creator and every other adult in the film, is speaking to Mahito, the avatar for his grandson, trying to teach him as much as he can, before he passes on. But it’s not just that. It’s also an apology. An apology thats spans time, from across his career in filmmaking by drawing on imagery from Spirited Away, Howl’s Moving Castle and even Goro’s Earthsea, as well as the Heron’s Disney-esque flapping of wings as he tries to fly to the Looney Tunes like wink from a Parakeet as it sharpens it’s knife so it can eat Mahito. Miyazaki makes sure that his descendants understand that this is an apology not just from a sad old man, but also an apology from him across time for all the mistakes he’s ever made. But first, the lesson. 

And the first and foremost lesson to his grandson, and to Mahito, is to be kind. Through thick and thin. Through hardship and irritation. Through change and stagnation. But that lesson doesn’t land unless Miyazaki shows us who Mahito really is. A scared and small child, doing his best to put on a front that matches his father’s apparent confidence. It starts with Mahito’s helpless screams against the fire but then we see the gentleness with which Natsuko looks at him, him seeing so much smaller now that he isn’t puffing up his chest or sitting silent and straight. Then a humorous scene where he catches a glimpse of his father and his stepmother kissing. Too young to fully understand pregnancy, and seeming smaller than ever before, this act is what fully cements in Mahito’s mind that his father has indeed moved on. So he puts on a brave front, copying his father in the only way he can, silent strength that he supposes him to have, because if has to speak to Natsuko he might not be able to get through a sentence without his voice cracking. This imitation of his father is also a lesson in Shoichi’s fallibility but that’s something we'll get to later.

While this false bravado keeps people who desperately want to get close to him at bay, it slowly melts away as we see the real Mahito, a kind boy who does his best to help others. Despite knowing that the promise of the Heron is a lie, Mahito also knows it’s the only way to rescue Natsuko, someone he still hasn’t fully accepted outwardly. His inner self shines through time and time again though. While he keeps Natsuko at a distance, his heart yearns for his mother and all the different ways she presents herself in all the different people only serves to confuse Mahito, though he always ends up reaching out. 

Miyazaki shows the audience, Mahito, and his grandson the beauty of being kind. First through helping the Warawara be born, perhaps one of them his new little brother, to burying the pelicans to even restoring the heron’s beak, someone who did his best to be an enemy. An attempt which failed in the face of Mahito’s kindness.

Before we get to the second lesson, I think it’s also important that we touch on the Warawara and the Pelican’s. It’s easy to see what they are. The birds of the film represent soldiers, the Parakeet’s the Japanese who fly the planes Mahito’s father, seen in the Parakeet King, makes and the pelican’s the foreign soldiers, sent to a foreign land to die. While they dash the prospects of what will end up being Japan’s youth in the Warawara, they were also a product of the system, a cruel and uncaring world, built from the ground up to fail. And in this comparison, Miyazaki also lays out another reason why kindness is so important, while people seem to be evil or adversarial, it quite often is not their fault, them merely being products of their system. The young of the Pelicans face the same plight as the warawara. When Kiriko discusses how the Warawara haven’t flown in quite a while because they haven’t eaten it’s meant to serve as a parallel to later when the dying Pelican mentions how the young of his species are forgetting how to fly. Miyazaki, always concerned with how the world is being hurt, and while a crotchety old grandpa, looks us all in the eye and apologizes for a world not made for us. A world where we’re not meant to succeed. The only tools we’ll have are kindness and each other. 

And in that is the second lesson, that we need to keep reaching out. Mahito keeps everyone at arms length at the beginning of the movie but after a disastrous encounter with the Heron he starts reaching out. He learns to sharpen his knife by connecting with the old man, and using that newfound sharpness and using his own hand and skill, carves his first weapon against the Heron. It’s what lets him take his first step and gains him a guide. From there he reaches out to Kiriko in the past and then despite the Heron’s apparent betrayal, Mahito still helps him plug the hole in his beak. Afterwards he connects with Himi and in one final scene where he accepts Natsuko, he finally finds the love of his mother once again. 

The final lesson is the lesson that leads into the apology, the fallibility of those who seem to be in charge. Mahito imitates his father and his interests, because he sees his father as the image Shoichi crafts. Shoichi is almost a parody of a man. A Randian business tycoon who makes airplanes. Like Rand’s misguided notions, Shoichi seems to be the pinnacle of manhood, solving problems, getting over his grief and overall just being confident and strong. It’s no surprise that when the motivation for that bravado, his son. disappears, that we see the humanity of Shoichi and Miyazaki points out how awful and ridiculous this fantasy of detached and powerful men really is. Shoichi slumps and is downtrodden and even in his heroic charge made to look like fool as parakeet’s vacate their bowels on him and he mistakenly and hilariously proclaims that “Mahito has turned into a Budgie!” Shoichi shows the ridiculousness of pretending to be in control but Mahito’s other Parental figure, Himi shows the faults of those in charge who claim to have good intentions. While she drives away the pelicans, she burns up the Warawara and even is the catalyst for the horrific scene of the Pelican dying. And another reason Mahito has to grow up way too fast, as he once again contends with Death but this time in a visceral unreality. Miyazaki tells the audience that while those in charge may think they are doing the best thing they can with the best intentions, they may not be able to see what someone like Mahito can see, all the unintended side effects and harm. Miyazaki is clear, adults are fallible, adults make mistakes, and they’re not always the ones in the right. 

And it’s in the final figure of fallibility that we also get the other big message of the film, the apology. Miyazaki positions himself as every adult in the film but the most important and most blatant is the Grand-Uncle. The Grand-Uncle could not be a more obvious representation of Miyazaki if he tried. He makes worlds through the building blocks of every artist, shapes. And his tools are these colourless three dimensional shapes that look exactly like the first form of major practice an artist takes on as they learn about perspective and shadows; form drawings. And it’s these building blocks, that are made from stone, that make up the twisted world that haunts the Grand-Uncle’s descendants. The Grand-Uncle pressures Mahito to take them on, and Mahito, who’s already felt the pain of this crafted world, from the self inflicted injury in the real world to the systemic oppression of this dream world, rejects it to build his own world with his own hands, using wood. 

Now while that may seem an esoteric idea, wood versus stone, it goes into several things. First of all, stones and these hard materials are a foundation for the the other world, it’s what the meteorite is made out of. But wood is also a softer material. Mahito had already found a calling in woodworking early on, and it serves as a contrast to Shoichi’s metal and glass world. A world of death and destruction as was seen clearly in Miyazaki’s last outing, The Wind Rises. But it’s also a direct allusion to his real life. If you remember from the beginning of this probably too big round-up, I talked of Miyazaki’s other son, a woodworker. Miyazaki is as explicit with this as possible. He shows how awful it is to take on another’s burden. He’s built a shadow that will follow his sons and their children and all of his descendants through all their lives. And because they’re his blood it’s something that seems to be hoisted on them. It was with Goro and it almost destroyed their relationship. He directly compares this ordeal to his other son’s, the woodworker who chose to go his own way. Mahito takes on that role while also taking on the role of Goro and his grandson. It’s an apology for being away and it's an apology for hoisting this world upon Goro. But zooming out a bit from this family drama, what we also see is Miyazaki giving one final lesson. Not just to his grandson but the audience as well. He see the world him and his peers have built and he apologizes for it. And he sees how much of a burden it is to us who are supposed to inherit it, and he offers a different solution. The film asks, How Do You Live? And Miyazaki answers, you make your own life. You make your own world without the tools of those that came before you. Don’t inherit our mistakes, don’t take on our burdens. Build something new. Build something better...

Wowee, that was long. If you made it here, if you made it to the end, I have to sincerely thank you. I hope it was an enjoyable read and if not an enjoyable read, an informative one. I’m sure I missed a lot and maybe I’ll come back to it but these were my initial thoughts on the film. I’d love to hear your thoughts too if you wanna share and hopefully, I’ll see you again soon. I’ve been Rafee. 

[whumpacabra]

Freelancers

Starting with the ‘Post-Retirement’ drabbles, this story has unfurled into a full fledged universe of espionage, terrorism, and torture. The main story line following that original starting drabble takes place in a roughly early aughts to modern-day setting, with a disowned son turned away from his younger brother’s birthday party. The only gift he left was the bloodstain on the front steps.

Here you will find these story scraps stitched together in a chronological timeline - be wary that this series is not posted chronologically! Past sections will have additional pieces added as they are posted. The current total word count is 130k+, so feel free to jump in wherever you want your fix of whump or start from the beginning for a full view of this wild world of spies, assassins, and just some guy.

Originally intended as an experiment to see how I would write when unable to easily reread past piece, this was written in its entirety on my phone’s notes app. Let me know if you spot any typos or mistakes - there’s sure to be some!

🚧 Recent Construction - let me know if a link is missing or isn’t working 🚧

Swansong

Our older cast members had colorful, vibrant, brutal lives well before the events that led to the creation of the Freelancer crew. Ghost found - and lost - his only true apprentice in the art of black market business. Harrison, for all his confidence and competence as the future team leader, almost broke at the hands of an unlikely foe. And Sarah - wasn’t Sarah.

[Dogs of War AU]

[The Wolf and the Hare AU]

Changing Tides

Everything has a beginning, a moment before the balance shifts. Despite his jaded heart, Ghost cannot avoid the call to protect and prepare that which is not his to keep. RJ and Casey have far from gentle introductions to the world, but with Ghost’s help, they learn to survive, and unexpectedly, thrive. David - young, dumb, and loved - put his parent’s patience to the test as he struggled to find his footing in a world all to eager to throw him down the stairs.

Boy Meets World

RJ and Casey hunt down those responsible for attacking the closest thing they have to a father. Harrison and Sarah, in pursuit of loose ends for the CIA, find allies in the black market hitmen. David, two years sober, in love and loved in return, and happily settled in sunny California is presented with manmade horrors beyond his expectation.

Intersection

Worlds collide - spies and hitmen are working together to take down a dangerous drug lord and his experimental product. A perfect plan of entrapment and execution has a wrench thrown into the works - who's this random civilian caught up in their blackmarket world?

Retirement

“You don’t retire from this work. It’ll kill you.” Truer words have never been spoken for spies and hitmen, but for a few years, they can find peace. They rest, they recover, and they are blissfully unaware of the colliding worlds around them.

Post-Retirement

David’s had a rough go at it - drugs, thugs, you name it, he’s survived it. Somehow he even made some friends along the way. But no matter how far past it he feels, it’s always there. Waiting for the right moment to pull the rug out from under his feet and destroy what little he’s built. He’s probably just paranoid, right? Right?

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As originally posted in:

Febuwhump2023 / Whumpril2023 / Whumptober2023 / Febuwhump2024

Asks/Non-Canon/Miscellaneous:

Chuck (2007-2012)

What do Anders and Smith think the other's greatest fear is?

Wolf’s best and worst memories

Who is Liza O’Hare?

What is Cortazar's fucking deal?

What's wrong with Casey? Doesn't he want to be happy?

Who is Ghost?

What would Ghost do differently?

Who dances?

A different Wolf

TWaTH AU: Does Wolf want a cozy blanket?

TWaTH AU: What are Wolf and Harrison to each other?

Picrews and Art:

Swansong Characters Post-Retirement

East and Jackson Old Man Yaoi for the Soul

TWaTH AU: he ordered no pickles...

TWaTH AU: Before and After (And bonus lore!)

[mlobsters]

supernatural s15e3 the rupture (w. robert berens)

can't believe we're still doing this dumbass hell ghost plotline.

this music is awful. is generic and nonsensical to the vibe of the show. it's giving like. in line for space mountain plus 20 year old video game? sigh! (jay gruska, to no one's surprise)

very pretty shot. painting-like

DEAN I mean, this whole mess, you know? This – This sloppy-ass ghostpocalypse – that's Chuck's ending? No. No, I don't think so. After everything that he has put us through? I'll be damned if I'm gonna let some glorified fanboy get the last word.

sloppy-ass indeed

BELPHEGOR It's just a nickname. Doesn't matter. Thing's actually more of a horn. Anyways, when Lilith began sending demons off to Earth to do her bidding, there was a little problem. I mean, yeah, she commended absolute loyalty in Hell, but there was no guarantee that once her minions were topside, that they wouldn't just take advantage of the situation. She needed to control her flock. So —

sure, why not! make up some extra lilith lore

ROWENA A few ingredients, nothing too exotic – lavender, myrrh, the skull of an owl, quiet to perform the spell, and an assistant. Dibs on Samuel. SAM Er, what? ROWENA You're as close to a seasoned witch as we've got in this lot.

team witch!sam

BELPHEGOR I want protection. Muscle. DEAN Yeah, Cas'll go. DEAN You've been to Hell before. CASTIEL Well, it sounds like I don't have a choice. DEAN Good. Great. Go team.

way to be an ass, dean. but also, who else is gonna do it? they're out of people? so we're just gonna make up some hurt/drama.

LOL ripped out ketch's heart? okay. i was never engaged with his little character rehab project so, whatever.

BELPHEGOR You know, your part in all this is, uh, pretty dangerous. I mean, you could die, get trapped in Hell. Your friends might never see you again. Funny, 'cause, uh, they didn't seem to think twice about it.

don't worry, cas. this is all fucking nonsense

BELPHEGOR Okay, you got me. I wanted company. I wanted your company. What? Shouldn't we at least try and be friends? Sam and Dean, they seem to be coming around. I think I'm, uh, growing on them. You know, like a cancer. CASTIEL You are not growing on anyone. Sam and Dean are just using you. Don't mistake that for caring about you, because I can assure you they don't. BELPHEGOR Wow. You learn that the hard way?

really going for the jugular of insecurities here

BELPHEGOR What is it, Cas, really? This, uh, seething animosity.

LOL it's like the nin lyrics to terrible lie!! (pretty hate machine is one of my all-time favorite albums, all bangers no skips)

(Hey God!) Why are you doing this to me? Am I not living up to what I'm supposed to be? Why am I seething with this animosity? (Hey God!) I think you owe me a great big apology

very plotline appropriate too haha

so is this when we find out what angle this demon is working or? LOL sucking up the hell souls with his little horn so he can become god. just like cas and the purgatory souls! like father, like son. dropping characters like flies, this episode

so rowena is going to sacrifice herself like crowley did? i like rowena, but i never was on board with her sudden character flip flop, same with crowley or ketch. gonna take dark to gray characters and oh yeah, we love the good guys now too and we're willing to die for the cause. i think we've had more time to attach to rowena post-flipflop at least? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

i was getting this clip for the bad music but dean's increasingly confused and stunned what??s made me laugh

i mean, whatever, man. this doesn't seem like the clearest case of prophecy but whatever, it works, sure. god, the music for this is AWFUL. i usually laugh off jay's bad music but this is insulting to rowena. she deserves better death music :p

well. rowena also got a little swan song diving into the pit moment.

dean asks how he's doing, deflect deflect. the winchester way

DEAN We did it, though, man. It's over. God threw one last apocalypse at us, and we beat it. SAM Yeah. DEAN What you did… Rowena… You didn't have a choice. SAM I know.

how very madison

CASTIEL The plan changed, Dean. Something went wrong. You know this. Something always goes wrong. DEAN Yeah, why does that something always seem to be you?

jesus, dean. that's way nastier than necessary. he can get so mean when he's upset

CASTIEL You used to trust me, give me the benefit of the doubt. Now you can barely look at me. My powers are failing, and – and I've tried to talk to you, over and over, and you just don't want to hear it. You don't care. I'm… dead to you. You still blame me for Mary.

powers failing? wha? ok. when sam and dean talked, they were taking some of the responsibility for not dealing with soulless!jack better, not just only blaming cas? this is a very dramatic breakup situation that i was not expecting

CASTIEL Well, I don't think there's anything left to say. DEAN Where you going? CASTIEL Jack's dead. Chuck's gone. You and Sam have each other. I think it's time for me to move on.

death of a child messes everything up, i get that. but this conflict between dean and cas about mary feels artificially amplified. forever my beef with how they did the friendship between cas and dean

on the wiki:

Part of the music known as "Americana" or the Winchester Family Theme by Jay Gruska, plays as Castiel tells Dean he is leaving.

LOL oh my god the mushy music (see my extensive tag entries 🥴) has a name! i mean, duh, of course it has a name. but i never have bothered to look into the original score soundtracks. and the original score basically never got talked about on the wiki in the episode pages until maybe the last season or so would mention the composer. i just think it's hilarious. i kind of, true to my desire to consume this show semi-in a bubble, have avoided looking into the music too much because i'm just absorbing and observing as i go (and bitching, so much bitching)

first time i noticed it was 8x16, when dean was praying to cas to look out for sam because he was clearly getting hurt in the trials

[incarnateirony]

Dean's Pending resolution

we're turning over all the cards.

Death and the goddess, something took hold of the darkness; the dark side of the moon. The ego's searching light through the darkness that might reveal the garden within. Let the sun shine on your face, or the road to the garden. The foggy side of the moon. A rugaru in any other language is the beast we need to take down with the faith in our arm. Heh. There-- let's go there. Something that's never happened before. [spnwin 1x1, 1x3] The Patient. Trauma. I hate him. I hate this. I hate me. I hate us. I'm good with who I am. I'm good with Who We Are. Our lives, they're ours. Even if you had the chance to do it over again, would you? [Akrida Radio] The Tower, The Shadow, the Empty

OMITTED - the glass cliff

2. This has never happened before. There, let's go there, Cas. You've arrived, then. The answer to life's greatest question. Nothing gold can stay. Something too precious to let go. What is your Whole World. The good and the bad. It was done for one thing. Cas, there's something I have to say. It's in just saying it. [spnwin 1x13] Chariot, Aeon. Holy Grail. Ouroboros. Swing on the Spiral. If you had the chance to do it over again, would you? We're running out of time. What is Gold. Nothing Gold can stay.

3. Burn my dread, face myself. What do you fear. I know what you hate. I know who you love. A Half-Djinn son of two creatures from different worlds tried to help, but there was already a monster in his head. The Patient. Death is the infinite vessel. The Universe/The Whole World; what is your whole world. The Shadow, the thing that rules the empty. Humanity. Just like his father the serpent. I love you. It's a Supernatural love story. Tick tock, we're running out of time. It's in just saying it, in just Being. A Bond that saves the Whole World.

Death is an infinite vessel. My heart. That's not who I am. [cd scratch]

We already saved the Whole World once, this is just our Encore.

I don't have many regrets but the few I do still haunt me; empty is just... regrets. I don't think he has any regrets. The Great Seal. The Tzimtzum. Graveyard dirt, Angel Blood, A Human Heart, My own still coursing blood, and my The Final Breath. Death is an infinite vessel. The One True Thing. In Order to be In The Garden-- He's watching us. The whole world.

VITRIOL is an acronym for Visita Interiora Terrae Rectificando Invenies Occultum Lapidem which translates into “Visit the interior of the earth, and by rectifying what you find there, you will discover the hidden stone (philosopher’s stone)”.

Or, loosely translated, in order to be in the occultum, the occultum/garden must be in you. Let in the light, let the sun shine on the moon and raise mind to soul. And soul to mind. In the garden. Where we belong, and always did. What is real. People, families. Chuck only wins if you let life's machinations beat you down. That's the babysteps. Now keep moving.

Let man know that he himself is deathless, for the cause of Death is Love, but Love is The All.

The Truth, you don't want the Truth, humans want a world surrounded by fog. They see only what they want to see [tv glitch]

Do you want to see the cruel reality? Sorry partner, this is it for me. The shadows. You disturb what humans want to see in the midnight channel. The clock is in the dark hour.

You suffer only because of your search for the The Truth. The final card. Human potential, infinite yet empty. The 0, the wild card, the Fool's Journey at its end. A Supernatural Love Story, about a Bond that Saves The Entire World.

In the light you will find the road. Here, at the end of the road, was it all worth it? If you could turn it all back, would you? Who are you? Who am I? Who are you meant to be? My name is Dean Winchester. Sam is my brother. Mary Winchester is my mom, and Cas is... ... is...

But first, we must find The Truth, rather than Despair--the two titles of 15x18, by some coinkidink huh.

If only they'd open their eyes and look ahead, they could see it. The Truth. I'll dispell the fog that covers our path. I believe in the Thousand Truths ahead of us. You have lifted the fog. Whether that leads to happiness rests upon your shoulders.

Yeah, leave it to us. Children of man. Well done.

The moment man devoured the fruit of knowledge of Good and Evil from the Serpent in the Garden, he sealed his fate. The absence of the soul isn't evil, just absence of Good, the One True thing. But one thing divides us. Something promised to all forms of life.

Entrusting his future to the cards, man clings to a dim hope. The arcana is the means by which all is revealed.

[sheinthatfandom]

Time to make my Worlds End predictions.

Even though it’s not until tomorrow I’m feeling pretty good and wanna focus on something that makes me happy soooo wrestling. Gonna just put everything under the cut cause it’s a lot of matches and I have thoughts.

Zero hour

20 man battle royale. Not putting the pic cause there’s no faces anyway.

Why are we having a battle royale for the PPV this coulda been a womens match. Oh or a women’s battle royale. I have no idea who in this but since Lee Moriarty isn’t already on any posters for this PPV I want him to win. Scorpio sky should not be in this or wardlow just no neither should go near this belt again. Also is Chuck healed yet? I’ll also accept Chuck winning

The dream is for Yuta to walk out with two belts. Realistically, never gonna happen. Hook has never lost clean and after the last loss he shouldn’t lose to shenanigans again. What I do want is for Yuta to bring the monster out of hook. I want this to be a blood bath and for both of them to get the crowd on their feet and chanting fight forever. I want when this match is over for the ftw belt to mean the bloodiest hardcore shit in aew. Hook is most likely winning this but I want it to feel deserved.

Andrade lost the c2 and with CJ still gone after the infection/surgery it would make sense for him to lose because she’s not around to cheer him on and manage him to greatness. This should be miros match to win but it would be great if Andrade mimicked some of miros moves making it seem like CJ might have taught Andrade her own husbands stuff. That’s for commentary to put over but if it’s the usual folks I doubt they’d do that and will most likely be talking about what they had for lunch 🙄

So originally it was gonna be Kyle but I guess now we’re getting Takeshita. Which to me means they didn’t want the losing team to be3 people with belts so they moved him out. Hopefully it’s that and not an injury. Either way fuck this match Takeshita shoulda been in the battle royale. The only good thing about this match is Ricky and Will (Hobbs) being on the same team again and it could be interesting seeing them move fluidly together and Bill like 👀 are you trying to take a big booty princess???? Especially when Ricky makes it such a point that he and bill don’t know each other aren’t close aren’t friends and don’t even have a tag name and it’s all on purpose and by design. (Because the last person he trusted was will and will went after his neck.) And then Jericho is out here naming himself after nazi sympathizers. We already know whose winning and I hate it all.

IF SWERVE DONT WIN I WILL PERSONALLY SHOVE MY FOOT UP TKS NARROW ASS!!!! This man needs to be put on the fast path to the world title and losing to Lee when I don’t see any legitimate story for Lee after this ain’t it. If they have to let it be Nana coming in with shenanigans and run this back when Swerve is world champ.

I hope everyone has fun 🥰🥰

I’m hoping Lethal gets knocked tf out early and we can just watch everyone fuck nasty for 20 mins before Danny pins Lethal for the win. (And then we get Danny in a winners room with only the BCC cause he’s a good boy and deserves it) also Danny should wear the panties since he’s teaming with Bryan. 🥵

As much as I’m done with Christian as tnt champ adam doesn’t deserve it. I personally want Christian to walk out with the belt. But I can see tk giving it to Adam and with no dq maybe lucha helps adam and turns on Christian to keep a story going. But again I don’t want Adam to win here.

I love you mox so much you’re my fave wrestler in the history of forever you are the heart and soul of professional wrestling… buuuuut Eddie is and should be the one to walk out with 3 belts. The story that has been building not even for months for years is for Eddie to take this and it’s the only ending. Nothing else this is for Eddie

I’m not ready for Toni to lose the belt and I’ve never been a riho fan. I don’t hate her but I def don’t see her as champion at least not for aew. If Toni does lose it would be cause Mariah cost her but again I don’t want that. It could also be Mariah’s first match be against riho cause she costs riho this match if they don’t want riho to lose clean.

I want mjf to win only because I do not want Joe as a transitional champion and I really really want swerve to get the belt early in 2024. The devil needs to show his face already. Also who tf is our roh tag team champs right now? It better be the kingdom. Plus if joe loses and he willingly gave up his tv belt like can you imagine how unhinged he will be? It’s gonna be so sexy 😏 and then imagine zack poking him like Samoa Joseph I guess we know whose the greatest television champ is don’t we. This man is gonna be a menace if he loses will make it everyones problem.

Here’s hoping the devil is Adam or Kyle 🤞

[steponmedean]

[SPOILER ALERT. MENTION OF SEASON FINALES AND SERIES FINALE OF SUPERNATURAL]

So, unpopular opinion:

Dean gave up.

People usually get mad at me when I say this cuz they say Dean never gives up.

But he does. He's human.

Everytime he was about to die or everything felt like a lot he said his goodbyes.

For example in Season 1 ch. 12 "Faith".

He's electrecuted, his heart is not ok anymore and Sam is the one who fights for Dean to live, not Dean himself.

He does too when he was about to say "yes" to Michael, or when he said to Cas "I'm not strong enough".

In season 11 when he was about to give his life as a soul bomb.

The whole season 3 when he only had 1 year to live.

He was not ok, fellas, so is normal that he preffered to "go down swinging" than to just do it himself, since he had a purpose, and had Sammy and then Cas. He had reasons to keep fighting, he gave up but then he was standing AGAIN.

That's some strong ass man.

But at the very end, season 15, ch. 20, you can't tell me it was cuz "they weren't under Chuck's protection anymore" (also, I think that whole 'Chuck made it all perfect' is bullshit, but not the point of this post).

It was a shitty ass ending? Yes. He shouldn't have died like that? I totally agree.

But he died there cuz he gave up, because the love of his life was dead (if you say Cas was only his best friend, get out of my post), the only other person that needed his care (and also he wanted to redeem hismelf to him) became God, so no need for him there.

And if he was honest to himself, Sam didn't need him anymore. Actually after some point he never did, Sam could always move forward from Dean's deaths and absence (theres canon evidence for this, don't fight me).

So, what else could he do? He didn't feel able to have a normal life, not without Cas.

If Cas hadn't died, maybe he would've gave up hunting inmediatly and have the fanfic fluff finale.

But yeah, he gave up.

Now I'm gonna hide under my bed covers and cry, thank you very much.

And read one of those fix it fanfics to then cry again cuz that didn't happen.

Notes:

Dean and Cas were in love, you cannot change my mind.

Sam loved Dean, but he was more healthy, that's why he could move forward. Dean was more dependant of Sam to be alive, evidence in him committing su1c!d3 after thinking Sam was dead.

And Dean was shitty to Jack, but I honeslty believe that the writers did him wrong, since Dean is always lovable towards kids and they made him a d!ck with his own, tf??? And if he had the chance he would've made it up to Jack and treated him like his son. As if he were behaving like John, noticing, and then started to behave as Bobby, more accurate to his real self. (I have a lot to say about this John-Bobby pattern in Dean, maybe I'll make another post even tho no one will read it).

Anyways, just doing some ranting since my real life friends are sick of my spn and dean talking.

Thx 4 reading.

[dexterouslycharming]

Tell me about your interpretation of the White Queen!

The White Queen, or Cecilia Bishop, in both my rewrite and my oc au, is a gentle, kind soul. She does her best for her kingdom and Wonderland as a whole, but sometimes that means doing what she might not believe is right.

Cecilia grew up under her mother, Pearl's, thumb. Pearl was described as a cold, and harsh woman, and it was evident in her raising of Cecilia. She was raised to be the perfect White Queen, to do as she was told until the day she was the one telling people what to do. Leading with a firm hand was always Pearl's first lesson. 'You're people are there to serve you, you are not there to serve them' as she would always say when Cecilia tried to do right by her people.

Growing up, Cecilia was isolated for most of her time, tending to lessons with her mother and fulfilling her duties as princess, but there were times when she got to go out, and that's where she met Maximus Hatter, the next Mad Hatter (as well as a few of the others who would be playing parts in Alice's story.) It seemed to be love at first sight for the two of them, Cecilia being drawn to Max's clumsy and odd behavior (even for a wonderlandian he was a bit odd.) And Maximus being drawn to Cecilia for what he says are 'the amount of feathers a woodchuck might chuck to grow a daisy' (some form of ridilish I presume.)

The two met as often as they could, with Cecilia's maids helping her sneak out when possible, and eventually, on the day the two were to sign the Story Book of Legends, which had been delivered to Wonderland High by Milton Grimm (who stayed to witness the signings) and only comes to Wonderland every four years or so due to the difficulty to find the Well of Wonder, Maximus proposed (They were both 24 at this time with Cecilia being a few months older than Max.) Cecilia said yes, and while they couldn't readily get married at that moment, the two were still just as happy.

About five years or so after this event, and their story had been played out, Maximus said that he knew of someone who was willing to marry them, despite it not being a part of their story. Neither have named this someone in an attempt to keep their identity a secret to spare them the consequences. About three months after their ceremony, at 29 years old, Cecilia found out she was pregnant.

Her mother was furious. Her daughter was carrying a bastard child of who knows what kind of man. . . And when Cecilia's baby was born with stark red hair, a trait rarely seen by those other than the Hatter's in Wonderland, she lost it. The castle was a mess for weeks after, and Cecilia feared for her baby's life at one point in time.

Eventually Pearl calmed down, and 'accepted' the fact that Sylvester, as Cecilia had named her son, had the blood of the Hatter's. She forbid Cecilia from seeing Maximus, and refused to let him meet his son. Cecilia cried for days after this, and alas she was not left without punishment. Being confined to her chambers for how long is unknown, however, what is known is that Sylvester got to meet his father, once at least. A maid who was very close with Cecilia snuck the baby out of the castle one night, and under the cover of darkness brought him to see his father.

She recalled this event to Cecilia the next morning, and the look of relief, and a slight bit of grief for not being able to see her love, washed over her face.

Sylvester grew up mostly with Pearl. Cecilia was not allowed to have a say in his raising. She got to spend time with him, yes, but it was always supervised by Pearl. Another few months went by, and Cecilia had an opportunity to see Maximus again. Her mother was out on a royal visit to the Queen of Hearts, leaving Cecilia on her own, expecting her daughter to do as she was told.

Cecilia took these four days to visit Maximus as much as she could, and brought Sylvester along twice to meet his father and his father's family. A few months later, Cecilia found herself pregnant again, but this time was different. Her mother has been leaving more and more in diplomatic errands, often taking Sylvester with her. Cecilia went through this pregnancy without her mother standing over her shoulder the whole time, and it made her feel more at ease. Alas, her mother arrived home a few days before she was due. Cecilia stayed away, trying her best to avoid Pearl at all costs, luckily for her, her mother came down with a cough the day after she came back, and the same day Cecilia went into labor. Her maids rushed her to the only place they knew that would help her without giving up her secrets, the Hatter's residence. That's where little Madeline Hatter was born and handed to her father. Cecilia stayed with them to recuperate, until she was met with a letter delivered by one of her maids.

Her mother had gotten worse, and she was needed home right away. With a painful day to think about it, Cecilia told Maximus that he needed to care for their daughter, and she had to step up fully as the Queen of her Kingdom. Maximus understood, and though he was losing his love once again, he let her go. . .

Now, Cecilia resides in Ever After, having escaped the curse with The Mad Hatter, Sylvester, Maddie, Kitty and Lizzie. She teaches at Ever After High, teaching classes from princessology to sophisticated chess, and is somewhat reunited with her family, though they have to keep their love, and their children's heritage, a secret.

[marshallmatherslptwo]

Eminem: Hip-hop saved my life

"Can y’all hear me? I can’t hear me. Can you hear me?

"This s--t’s crazy. So I wrote some s--t down tonight that I’m never going to f---ing remember, so I had to read it off the paper and s--t, but it’s from the heart. I realize what an honor it is right now for me to be up here tonight, and what a privilege it is to do the music that I love, and the music that basically saved my life.

"Where'd the man, where did Dre go? The man who saved my life, ladies and gentlemen, Dr. motherf---in’ Dre. So I'm going to try to make this as quick and painless as possible. I’m f---ing stuttering and s--t, I mean Jesus Christ.

"So I’m probably not supposed to actually be here tonight because of a couple of reasons. One of them that I’m a rapper, and this is the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. And there’s only a few of us right now that have been inducted in already, but there’s only a few of us.

"Secondly, I almost died from an overdose in 2007, which kind of sucked. Hailie, plug your ears: because drugs were f---ing delicious, and I thought we had a good thing going man, but I had to go and f--- it all up and take too many. God d--n. OK Hailie.

"OK, so. Hold on, I lost my motherf---in' spot. Paul, did I say, I said drugs were delicious, right? And finally, I had to really fight my way through man to try and break through in this music, and I'm so honored and I'm so grateful that I'm even able to be up here doing hip-hip music, man, because I love it so much.

And they say you won't work a day if you love your job and s--t. This part I'm not crazy about? But, OK.

"My musical influences are many, and they say it takes a village to raise a child. Well it took a whole genre and culture to raise me.

"They say success has many fathers, and that’s definitely true for me. So whatever my impact has been on hip-hop music, I never would have or could have done this s--t without some of the groundbreaking artists that I'm about to mention right now.

"And this is a list man, I put this list together yesterday. And I kept adding to the s--t, adding to the s--t, and if I forget anybody, I apologize. But these were my teachers right here:

"I'm gonna start with the 2 Live Crew, 2Pac, 3rd Bass, Alliance, Apache, Audio Two — Milk Dee, what up! — Awesome Dre, the Beastie Boys, Big Daddy Kane, Big Pun, Big L, Biz Markie, the Notorious B.I.G. of course, Black Moon, the Boogie Monsters, Brand Nubian, Brother J from X Clan, Buckshot, Casual from Heiroglyphics, Chill Rob G, Chubb Rock, Chuck D and Public Enemy, Cypress Hill, D-Nice, Dana Dane, De La Soul — now I’m about a third of the way done.

"De La Soul, did I say De La Soul? Def Jef, Del the Funky Homosapien, DJ Quik, Dr. Dre of course, Dres from Black Sheep, Ed O.G., EPMD, Fat Boys, Fat Joe, Fu-Schnickens, Gang Starr, Geto Boys, Heavy D, House of Pain, Ice Cube, Ice-T, the Intelligent Hoodlum, JJ Fad, Jaz-O, Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince, Just Ice, K-Solo, Kid & Play: I'm a tenth of the way done.

"King Sun, King Tee, Kool G Rap, Kool Moe Dee, KRS-One, Kwame, Lakim Shabazz, Large Professor, Leaders of the New School, the one and only LL Cool J — love you bro. Lord Finesse, Lords of the Underground, Mantronix, Masta Ace, MC Breed, MC Lyte, MC Shan, Melle Mel, Merciless Ameer, Mobb Deep, Monie Love, Nas, Newcleus, Onyx, Organized Konfusion, Outkast, Andre 3000, Paris, Pharcyde, Queen Latifah, Rakim, Redhead Kingpin, Pete Rock and CL Smooth, I’m almost done.

"Redman, Roxanne Shante, Run-D.M.C., Salt-N-Pepa, Slick Rick and Doug E. Fresh, Snoop Dogg, Souls of Mischief, Special Ed, Stetsasonic, now I’m all down to the S’s. Super Lover Cee and Casanova Rud, the D.O.C., the Roots, Black Thought, the Skinny Boys, Tony D, Too $hort, Treach from Naughty By Nature, A Tribe Called Quest, U.T.F.O., Whodini, Wise Intelligent and the Poor Righteous Teachers, Wu-Tang Clan and YZ.

"Those were my rock stars man, and I just want to say, like, those are just a few of the names that I hope will be considered in the future for induction. Because without them, a lot of us wouldn’t be here. I know I wouldn’t.

"So that’s all I had to say, man. I know this induction is supposed to be me talking about myself and s--t man, but f--- that. I would not be here without them. I’m a high school dropout man, with a hip-hop education, and these were my teachers. And it's their night just as much as it is mine. So thank you."

Hip-hop saved Eminem's life, he saved mine! Congratulations Em, and Thank You!!